You're forming parts and machinery from shadowy stone,your gears, they aren't turning, your mind's not at home.So enjoy your perversion while the threaded seams holdbefore you see the truth of the lost and the cold.

Won't you watch where you step?Well of course not, you're blind.You can't look before leapingWith a soul that's unkind.I'm stupid, confused, desecrated, and scarredYet my hands are the hook-knives, my eyes are the barbs.God, take me and leave me! What else can I do,When I'm living like death, like a man ripped in two?